Harry Styles Imagines

29 - The End? (au)

The End?

                                                    My fingernails scratch lightly the surface of the wooden desk in the middle of an office. I'm sitting straight in my seat, my legs crossed, waiting for my soon-to-be ex-husband. Our divorce lawyer looks annoyed and impatiently at me. The sound of her fingers tapping the table is making me nervous and uncomfortable.

 Finally—20 minutes too late—Harry comes through the door, wearing his skinny black jeans and a black button-up shirt. Without greeting any of us he sits down on the chair next to me.

  "Good morning, Harry." I sarcastically say and Harry just rolls his eyes at me. The woman in front of us clears her throat and takes out a folder with many, many papers. Harry is staring at those papers as if they could catch fire the longer he stares at them. While our lawyer explains everything to us I'm watching Harry. He looks so tired, not a single emotion is visible on his face. It is like the past few months deprived every bit of happiness and life out of his body.

  "You have to sign here." The woman says and points at the empty space on the paper. I take the pencil out of her hand and sign the document. When I'm done I push the paper over to Harry who still sits motionless in his seat.

  "Mr.Styles, you have to sign here." She pushes him and I raise an eyebrow but he still doesn't move. His eyes flicker over to me for a brief moment, running his fingers through his hair.

 "Harry, would you please sign those damn papers?" I hiss under my breath and hand him the pen. Harry leans forward to take the papers and reads over it. I feel the tension in the room growing with every second that passes while he is reading. My nails dig into the heel of my hand. Suddenly, Harry rips the papers in two.

  "I won't fucking sign this shit." Harry snaps while a gasp escapes my mouth. I look at the two pieces of paper laying on the floor. Harry stands up and leaves the room. I quickly bend down to pick them up and put them on the desk. I don't know what to do, I don't know what to say. The woman in front of me looks now even more pissed and angry.

  "I'm so sorry. We both...We both agreed to this," I stutter taken aback, "I'm going to talk to him."

 I quickly leave the room, just to see Harry leaning against a wall, his eyes closed and tears trickling down his cheeks. Quietly, I walk toward him, unsure what to say to him. My uncertainty gets easily replaced by anger when I think back to the ripped papers and everything he has put me through in our relationship and marriage. But my anger gets replaced by compassion when I see his tears. Seeing him cry always was something that I couldn't stand to see. I immediately feel the need to comfort him and wipe away his tears. But I have to be strong this time.

  "Harry, why did you do this? Could you be any more childish?" I ask and Harry opens his eyes and I can clearly see the pain in it. He doesn't even try to hide it—or he just can't.

  "Childish? I'm not childish, Y/N. I'm just hopelessly in love with you so I'm not gonna sign this shit." Harry repeats and I sigh, not knowing how to persuade him to sign the papers.

  "Why? We both agreed to—"

  "That was when I still thought I could be happy without you! But look at me, Y/N, look at me and tell me I look happy!" Harry yells and walks toward me, "The last months without you were hell for me."

  "It is a bit late to tell me that, isn't it?"

  "No, it isn't. It's not too late because I didn't sign those papers yet and I still have hope! I'm still fucking hoping that this is all a ridiculous joke!" Harry says calmer now, "I still love you! Is love not enough reason for you to come back to me? I need you." Harry says almost crying and I quickly look away, crossing my arms in front of my chest.

 I don't want to see how hurt he is, I don't want to see that the pain in his eyes is caused by me and our relationship which is about to end. But Harry takes my chin between his fingers. His warm and familiar touch goes straight to my heart.

  "I'm going to sign those papers if can you look me in the eyes and tell me that you do not love me anymore, that we don't have a chance anymore. That you don't feel anything for me." Harry offers and I swallow.

  "I don't—" I start but when my eyes meet his and they hold my gaze, every memory that we shared rushes through my mind, every feeling that I once had and still have for this man fills my body, "I can't, Harry. I just can't."

  "You still love me?" A little smile forms on his lips. He knew that I couldn't say it, that is why he told me to do it.

  "Yes of course I do but that doesn't— "

 But I get interrupted by soft and warm lips pressing against mine. Everything around me seems to vanish, all the reasons why I wanted the divorce are not there anymore. All I can feel is how much I missed this man and how much I love him and how ready I am to forgive him every single mistake he did, I did, we did. His arms wrap around my waist and he lifts me up. My fingers cup his cheeks while we put all our love for each other into this one kiss. 

  "I love you so much, angel," Harry whispers against my lips and a smile forms on my lips when I hear his words, realizing how much I missed to hear those words coming from his pink and perfect lips, encased by his deep and raspy voice, "Do I still have to sign the papers?"

  "No," I whisper, smiling, "But you can take me home now."